Album: The Burning Sons
Wake all you ants
Wake to the sound of the ground breaking up Fear what makes you, it’s your fix
Break the worker line, wake!
Boat man, here’s your coin
To the Holy Land, where I want to lay
Boat man, what’s that light up ahead there
Won’t you take me back home
Further from the entrance of the dead
Not another lost soul
This is where I take another step down
You crawled out
From the ashes
Just take my hand and pull me back
You must have seen me Blood on my hands, burnt the bridge
Now I’m here to stay
Rolled your eyes, made me hide
Now I’m here
Wake! Come in the light
Wake! Come in the light
We never thought we could leave here
We never thought we could steer clear
Drawn home, further from the entrance of the dead
Drawn home, further from the entrance of the dead